You know, I have been feeling something kind of strange these past few weeks...
Like something in my chest is going to burst.
is it my heart? i can't tell I am so lost in it
i can't see where the pain comes from.
I haven't written much of anything latley
and I think I am beginning to see how I feel
when I forget to do something
really, really love.
Writing releases, writing comfort, it calms. It centers me.
When I write it out in front of me, it's like it means more then when it is in my head all alone.
Someone else can see. I can matter to someone. I can do something that will make you remember me.